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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.