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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.