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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.