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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.