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 Malta and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.