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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.