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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.