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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Move,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.