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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.