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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.