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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.