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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.