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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.