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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.