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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.