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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.