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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.