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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.