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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sandy B 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.