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 China and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.