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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.