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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.