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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.