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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Standells 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.