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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Wire,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.