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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.