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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.