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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.