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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.