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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.