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 Portugal 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.