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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.