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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.