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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.