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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.