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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.