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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.