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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.