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 China and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
cv313,
Cluster,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.