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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.