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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.