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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Gong,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.