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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.