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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.