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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.