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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.