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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
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 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Slave,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.