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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.