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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Wire,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.