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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.