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 Chad 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
X-101,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.