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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Urselle,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Index,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.