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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s 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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.