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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Faust,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.