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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.