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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.