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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.