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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.