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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.