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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.