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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.