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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.