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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
CMW,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.