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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.