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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.