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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.