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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.