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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.