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 Oman and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
X-102,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.