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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
X-102,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.