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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.