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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.