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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.