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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Magma,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.