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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.