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 Norway 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 JFA 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.