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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.