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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.