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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.