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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.