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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Slave,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.