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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.