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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.