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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.