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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.