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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.