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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Visage,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.