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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.