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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.