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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Organ,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.