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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.