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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.