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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and Lille.
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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.