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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.