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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.