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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Pole,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.