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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.