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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.