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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.