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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.