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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Franke,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.