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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Doors to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.