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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.