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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Fear,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.