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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.