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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Index to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.