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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.