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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Names,
ABBA,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.