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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.