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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Section 25,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.