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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Scratch Acid 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.