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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango 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?
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.