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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.