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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.