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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.