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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.