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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
The Names,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.