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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.