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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.