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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.