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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.