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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.