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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.