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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.