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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.