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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.