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 Poland 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.