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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.