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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.