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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.