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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.