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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.