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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.