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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.