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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.