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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.