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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.