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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.