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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.