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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.