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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
DNA,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.