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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Hashim to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.