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 France and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.