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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.