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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.