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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.