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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.