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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Crime,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.