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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.