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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.