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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.