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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.