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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
UT,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.