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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.