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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.