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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.