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 Singapore and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.