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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.