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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.