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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.