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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.