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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.