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 Kuwait 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.