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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.