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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.