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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.