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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.