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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.