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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.