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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lower 48,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.