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 United States and from Houston.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.