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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Television,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.