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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Fear,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.