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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.