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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Scion,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.