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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.