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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.