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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Wire,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.