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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.