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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.