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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.