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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.