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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.