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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.