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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.