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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.