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 France and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.