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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.