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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.