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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Wings,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.