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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.