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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.