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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.