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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.