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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.