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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '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 Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.