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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.