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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.