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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.