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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.