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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.