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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.