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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.