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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Franke,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.