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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.