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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.