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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.