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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.