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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan 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 grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.