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 East Timor 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 Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.