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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Urselle,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.