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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.