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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.