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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.