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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.