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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.