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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.