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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.