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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Magma,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.