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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.