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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.