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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.