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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.