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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.