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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.