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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.