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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.