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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.