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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.