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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.