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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.