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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.