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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Cameo,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.