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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
MDC,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.