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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.