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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.