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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.