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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.