Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Magma,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.