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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.