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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.