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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.