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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.