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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.