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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
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.