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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.