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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.