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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.