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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.