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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Fear,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.