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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Brick,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.