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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.