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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.