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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Q65,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.