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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.