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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.