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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
a-ha,
X-102,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.