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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.