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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
JFA,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.