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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.