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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.