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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.