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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.