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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Franke 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.