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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.