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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.