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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Pole,
This Heat,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.