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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.