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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.