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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Names,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.