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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.