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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
JFA,
X-102,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.