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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.