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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.