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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.