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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.