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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.