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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.