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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.