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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.