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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.