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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Gong,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.