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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
John Holt,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.