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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.