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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Can,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.