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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.