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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.