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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.