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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.