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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.