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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.