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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.