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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.