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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.