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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.