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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.