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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Smog,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.