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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.