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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Nas,
Index,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.