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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Ituana,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.