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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.