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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Franke,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.