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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Evens,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.