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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.