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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Skriet,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.