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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.