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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.