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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.