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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.