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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.