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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.