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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Section 25,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.