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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.