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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q65 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.