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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.