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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.