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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.