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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.