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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.