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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.