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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.