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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.