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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.