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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.