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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.