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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.