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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Technova,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.