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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.