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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.