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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.