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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.