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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.