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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.