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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Smog,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Faust,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.