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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.