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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.