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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Chrome,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.