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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.