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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Index,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.