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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.