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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Lyres,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.