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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.