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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.