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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.