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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Television,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.