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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Organ,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.