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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Monks,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.