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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Nas,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.