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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Can,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.