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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.