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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.