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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.