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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
The Names,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.