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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.