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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.