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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Wire,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.