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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.