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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.