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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.