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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.