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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.