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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.