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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.