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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.