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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.