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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.