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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.