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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
AZ,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.