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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.