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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.