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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.