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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
UT,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.