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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.