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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.