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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.