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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.