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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.