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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.