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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.