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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.