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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.