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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
MC5,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
the Association,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Wings,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.