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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.