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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.