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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.