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 India and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.