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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.