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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.