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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
JFA,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.