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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.