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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.