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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.