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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
the Association,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.