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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.