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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.