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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.