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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Nas,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.