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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.