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 France and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.