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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.