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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.