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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.