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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.