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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
10cc,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.