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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.