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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.