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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.