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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Gong,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.