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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.