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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.