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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.