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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.