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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.