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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.