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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.