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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.