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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.