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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Brick,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.