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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.