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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.