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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.