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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.