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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.