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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.