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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.