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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.