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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.