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 Zambia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.