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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
cv313,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.