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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.