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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Brick,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.