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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.