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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Franke,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.