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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.