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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.