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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.