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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.