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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
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.