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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.