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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci 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 funk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.