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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.