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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.