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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.