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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.