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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.