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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.