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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.