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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.