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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.