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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.