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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.