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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Television,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.