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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.