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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.