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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.