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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.