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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.