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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.