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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.