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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
DNA,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.