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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.