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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.