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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
MDC,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.