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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.