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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.