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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.