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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.