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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.