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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.