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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.