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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.