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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.