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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Techniques,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.