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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.