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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.