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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.