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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.