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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.