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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.