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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.