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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
UT,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.