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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
UT,
Ituana,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.