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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.