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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.