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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.