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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Television,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.