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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mark Hollis 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.