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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.