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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.