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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.