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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.