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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.