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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
The Martian,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Make Up,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.