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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.