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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.