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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.