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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.