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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.