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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.