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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.