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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
MC5,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.