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 Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.