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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.