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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.