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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.