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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.