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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.