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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.