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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s 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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.