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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.