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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.