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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.